Free to roam as the pieces that once baffled and brought tears of questions
roll over . Rolling over like the swells of ocean waves .
Transforming from a silent , soulful burden or thunderous , passionate outpouring
into wings open wide and strong . Soaring beautifully with the breezes , playfully diving
downward then swiftly upward once again .
The heart once again free to roam . 
Come back . Come back to the trust in your heart . Remember a moment when your heart was repelled by hate and all you wanted was the feeling of home . The feeling of being loved in spite of hard times . The feeling that somehow it is all going to be fine .
Come back . Come back to the truth that you care . Have you been hidden from compassion because fear made you chase circles of lies ? It’s ok to put down the fear and to feel what’s real.
Come back to all humanity and be free .
Born into interwoven threads of an untold story . The broken soul arrives hungry for , both ,
solitude and intimacy . Dance my sprit into the depths of the truest light of love and present to
me the challenges of diving through any fears . And in the body feeling alive with intensity in
the moments when I swim in the wildness of the ocean or am climbing a steep, ragged trail for
miles . A release takes place then you are beautifully free . The strain is gone and spirit is
there. 
A man standing well off to the side of a convenience store . Looking cold from the chill in the air and with a well worn roller bag next to him . Big eyes with a look of kindness against his weathered face which clearly held some stories .
Suddenly i was looking to see if I had any cash with me . Yes, I did . It was a moment of certainty after that . I walked towards him . He was gracious and thankful . He began to say something . He hesitated seeming lost a bit . ” You don’t have to tell me your story because I already understand it ” I said . A moment of connection that takes me to my heart .
I must break free to breathe again . The power of life chooses when to burn as a fire or to
flow easily as a stream . The heartbreak of one is the heartbreak of humanity and will not go
down without a break in the hate .. The heartbeat of one will rise like the heartbeat of all and
break free to breathe again .
There are voices in the trees telling an unseen world of injury and giving lessons for healing
and there are righteous songs among the animals teaching of a courageous path to
break free to breathe again .
Each time this one human heart is fractured by the weight of despair, by the actions of lost
souls ,
renewal arrives in the power of a new moment , determination unrelenting , and the grace of
life in each breath
leads us to break free and breathe again .
‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
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